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Lost Loue
anil Other Stories
JAN CARE\V
Lcvel 2
Series Editors:Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter
Contents
Pedron Educ.tion Limit€d
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ISBN: 97&1-,1058-8165-4
Introduction
Fi6t pubtshed2000
This editioD6st publilh€d 2008
Lost Love
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The Doll
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1579704642
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bt Peter Gibson
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The Other Man
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The Charm
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Journey'sEnd
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Activities
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lntrciluction
Lost Love
Tltc hortscu,asdark autl quiet.
Brn ouc lrcur lafer,thereu'asa suddct n,,tistin thc uight. Mr Browtl sdt
ry iu fud, Hc u'ascoltlantl Oaitl.'Wnt
tpastlnt noise?'|rctvondered.
Mr lJrown (in 'The Doll') has a very quict and boring life. But
These things happened to lrre nearly ten years agoI lived in a ciry but thc city was hot in summer. I wanted to see
the country. I wanted to walk in the woods and see green treesI had a little red car and I had a map, too. I drove all night out
everything changes when he buys a doll. He hears voices. Things
rrrovcand brc.rk-Whar is h.rppeuing-.rnd can he srop it?
into the country.
The stories in this book are all dillerent. Some are sad and
some are happy. But they are all very exciting. Sonrething strange
The country was very pretty in the early morning. The sun was
happens to the people in each story, But life 1sstrange sometimes.
ln'Lost Love', a young n.tanfinds a girl and lovesher. Then he
And then n.ry car stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong?' I thought.'Oh dear, I haven't got any petrol.
losesher. Will he find hel again?In'The
Other Man', a writer
I was happy in my car. We had a very good sunlnler that year.
hot, and the sky was blue. I heard the birds in the trees.
Now l'11 have to walk. I'll have to find a town and buy some
is afi'aid of a strangel in his room. Who is the other man, and
what does he want? A young soldier, in 'The Charm', is afraid of
fighting. How can he learn to be bnve? And in Journey's End',
an intelligent young rnan without a job learns something about
petrol. But where an I?'
his future. Will it change his life?
Ilowers in her hand. She wore a long dress,and her hair was long,
Jan Carcw, the writer of these stories, is also the writer of twenty
other books for older and younger readers.She is very interested
in other countries and other people. She visits ditTerent places
when she can.
You can learn nrore aboutJan Carew at wwwjan
carew.co.uk.
I looked at the map. I wasn't near a town- I was lost in the
countryAnd then I saw the girl. She walked down the road, with
too. It was long and black, and it shone in the sun. She was very
pretty. I wanted to speak to her, so I got out ofthe car.
'Hello,' I said.'I'm lost. Where arn l?'
She looked afraid, so I spoke quietly.
'I havent got any petrol,'I said.'Where can I find some?'
Her blue eyeslooked at me, and she smiled.
'She's a very pretty girl!'l thought.
'l do not know,'she said.'Come with l.rreto the village. Perhaps
we can help you.'
I went with her happily, and we walked a long way.
'There isn't a village on the map,' I thought. 'Perhaps it's a very
small village.'
There riuasa village, and it was old and pretry The houses were
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I didn't undentaucl. llut I wrs happy there.
I askeclabout petrol, but the old man didn't understand.
'Petrol?'he askecl.'Whatis th:rt2'
'This l-i strange,'I thouglrt. Then I asked,'l)o you walk
cver1.wherc?'
The olcl nran smiled.'Oh, no, we use lrorses,'hc said.
'Horses!'I thouqht.'Horsesrre very slow. W\ don't they havc
clrs?'
But I cliclnt say thrt to the old man.
I felt hlppy therc. I stayeda)l day,rncl I ate dinner with thern
thrt eveninla.Then thc girl and I went out into the garden.The
girlt nanre wls Mary.
'This is nice,'she srid.'We like having visitols. We do not see
nrany people here.'
We spoke happily. She w;rs vcry beautiful. But lftcr a time, she
began to trlk quietly, and her fice was sad.
' W hy.rl c you srd? l a. ked her '.
'I cannot tell you,' she said.'Youare only a visitor here.Wc have
to say gooclbye tonight. Yon luve to go now.'
I didrr't understurd. I loved her. I krrew that. Ar.rd I wantcd to
black and white and very small.Thcre were a lot oflniurals.
Tl.regirl stoppedat I house anclsmiled at me.
'Come in, please,'shesaidI went in. The house was very clean, but it was strange, too.
Thcle was a frrc and sonre food lbove it. I felt hungly then.
'That's strlnge,'I thoueht.'They cook their food over a rvood
fire! I)erhaps they have no money.'
I nrct her lather and mother,;rrd I liked them. Thcy were niccpeople,but their clothcs were stmnse.
'Sit dorvn,'slid the old man.'Arc' you thirsry irlter your walk?'
Hc gavc rrreI drink, rnd I said,'Thank you.' But thc drink was
str?rlge,too. It rvas dark brorvD aDd very stlong.
help her. Why did I h:rve to go? But Mary saicl rgain in r sad
voice,'Yolr have to go. It is dauqerous here.'
So I said,'I'll go to the next town ar)d find sorrrepetrol. Then
I'll come back.'
She didn't speak.
'I lovc yor.r,Mary,'Isaid.'And I'll come back to you. You won't
stop me.'
She slid goodbye to ne lt the door. Her face r,vasvery srcl,and
I rv.rs.rd. too. I didni rr:rnt ro go.
lt was rnidnight. The nisht was very dark, brrt I walkcd and
r'valked.I wrs very tired when I saw thc lights of a town. I found
sorne petrol, and then I askeclthe nanrc of the village. But the
ulan at the €iange grve me a strange look.
'W lr lt v illr r qc ?h' c e s k c c l .
I coukh'r slrcuk.
'This isn't light.' I thoLrght.'Thrtt l'ru hrtppt ttctl -l5o vc,lr-sirgol'
'I l r c r I r - c r r t e r t r b c r e drh c str tr r g c'cl o th e s, tl l c l o n g l l l i r , th c ti r o r l
I tolcl hinr rLrout the vill.rge.I tokl hirtt .rbout thc oltl houscs
;rrrl the pcoplc ir'ith str':trgc'clothes.
Aglin be guve rre l str-lrgc krok. Hc thouglrt. uncl tlrcrr lrc
()\'.r thc ilc..rDd
thc holscs.
'l l u t I r k r l ] t u n c l c : - sfr ttcl .I cIi cd .'l
slici,'Tlrelc lnrJ .l \rillill]c thcrc. but it isn't there l)o\\'. llrele lre
stor-ics:ibout it
tlte <tlt1hor.tses.Atlci I IelIIctDbere<1.k)o. rlb()tlt
str-ilrllcstorics.'
sr t\' fh c p co l r 1 c r tl tl tl l e
vil1.rgc.I syrokc t,:r sorrtc pcopJe tltct-cl'
'Wh:rt tlo people slv lbotrt it?'I .rskccl.
T h c l ] r . ! r l o o k c d q t r i ckl v r l t l l tc. r l tl tl tl l ctt h c sp l r kc
He cliclr't \\'.lrt to tcll 1rc. but thcn hc slicl,'There l':ts .r big
firc ir the r'illrrgc.Evcryborlv cliccl.Tlrert' .u'cr't ilrv pcoplc or
'Tllel-c's .ltl irltcl-cstiltg slorY lbolrt
thc !ill.rgc- Fol orlc cl:rv
Thcll it uocs
btlf only li)r rltlc t1.t1'.
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t h c v i 1 l r r g c .L l u t l r r t t h l ve to l cl l c b cl i l r c ttto i r l i l l q . o t vo l t si l l
houscsthcrc nolr'
'Hol, dicl it ltrirpcr? l rrskcr:1.'Ancl
u'h,v?'
'()liver (lrorrrvcll killcd thcrl.'hc s.ricl.'Heu'asrrrtljtv l'itlr the
e\.1v tcn 1e.rrs,it livcs .tg;tttt
villl{crs bccrusc thcv hclpc,:lthc krrg ir tlte rvltt.'
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'Can this be right?' I thought. Perhaps it was. Mary said, .you
have to go.' She loved me, but shc said,'We have to say goodbyc.'
She was afraid for me.'Now I understand,' I thought.
I went back to the villagc, but it wasnt thcre. I looked again
and again, but I couldn't find it. I saw only flowers and trees. I
hcard only the sound ofthe birds and the wind. I was very sad. I
sat down on the ground and cried.
I will never forget that day.I remerrber Mary, and I will always
love her.
Now, I only have to wait two rrronths. The village will conrc
brck again. On the right day, I will go back. I will find her again,
nry love with the long, black hair. And this tir.ne,I will not leave
before morning. I will stay with her.
The Doll
Mr Brown lived near the centre of town, but his small house had
a garden. Mr Brown likcd his garden very much. It had a lot of
llowers and they were pretty in sunrnter - red, blue and yellow.
Mr Brown liked sitting there in the evenings and at weekends.
But he had to work, too. Mr Brown worked in an ofiice. [t
wasnt near his house, so he often went to work on the bus. He
car-nehorle on the bus, too.
Mr Brown was r lonely man. He didn't have many friends, and
he didnt talk to many people. And so he was sad and often bored.
One very hot day,Mr lJrown walked honre. He didn't want to
go on the bus that day.He wanted a walk in the warn sun. ln one
street there was a small shoo. Mr llrown looked in the window.
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There were very old things in the window, and Mr Brown likecl
old things. He went into the shop.
'Good afternoon,' said the man in the shop.
It was only a doll. It wasn't very pretfy. lt was quite ugly but it
had a smile on its face.'That's strange,'thought Mr Brown. He put
the doll on the table and had his dinner.
'Good afternoon,' said Mr Brown. 'Can I look round the
shop?'
'Please do.'
Mr Brown wasn't very hungry so he only ate somc bread and
butter. Then he went to bed and dept. He forgot the doll. It was
Mr Brown looked at the things in the shop. He saw an old doll
with a sad face. It wasn't a pretty face, but Mr Brown liked it. The
doll was a little old man with white hair and black clothes.
Mr Brown thought, 'Perhaps the doll is lonely, too.,
He asked,'How much do you want for this old doll?,
The man thought.'Oh, thar.Three pounds,' he said.
Mr Brown wanted the doll. Why? He didn't know. But he
wanted it. Three pounds was a lot of money for an old doll, but
Mr Brown paid it. He went out with the doll in his hand.
He looked at its face. 'ls it smiling?' he wondered. ,No,, he
thought.'ltt only a doll.' He said to it,'I'r.u going to take you
home.'
The doll didn't answer - it was only a doll. So why did Mr
Brown speak to it? Becausehe was lonely. He put it in his case
with his papers from the oflice.
Mr Brown was tired now, so he got on the bus. The [lan cane
for Mr Brown'.s money and Mr Brown bought a ticket.
Suddenly, somebody on the bus spoke.'Go away!, said the
person.'You stupid man. Go away!'
Everybody on the bus looked at Mr Browri.'Did he say that?'
they wondered.
on the table.
Morning came, and the sun shone into the room. Mr Brown
opened his eyes.There was something on his bed.'What is it?' he
wondered.
He looked, and he saw the doll. 'But I left it on the table. It
can't walk - it'.sonly a doll.'Mr Brown didn't understand it. It was
very strrnge.
Mr Brown went to the front door.'Are
there any letters for
me?'he wondered.
Yes, there were three with his name and address.But what was
this? The letters were open! Who opened them? Mr tsrown didn't
know.
Mr Brown ate his breakfast.Then he went to the bus stop and
waited. His bus cane and stopped for hir.u. Mr Brown got on
with his caseand sat down.
There were a lot of people on the bus, and one old woman
couldn't sit down. Her face was tired, and Mr Brown was a kind
nan. He stood up for her, and she sat down.
Then suddenly, somebody spoke.'You stupid old thing!'
The woman turned and looked :rt Mr llrown. She was very
angry. Mr Brown'.s face went red. Then he rerrembered the doll.
He got off the bus. He couldn't understand it- 'That doll's ;rt
The ticket nlan was angry with Mr Brown. 'Why did he say
that?' he wondered. He gave Mr Brown a ticket and went away.
He didn't like Mr Brown.
home,' he thought.'Or is it?'
When Mr Brown got home, he was very tired.'Who spoke on
tbe bus?' he wondered. He didnt know He took the doll out of
He put the doll down on the street and left it there. Then he
went to work.'That's the end of that doll,' he thought. 'Good!'
his caseand looked at it.
Mr Brown opened his case and looked inside. The doll was
there, with a big smile on its ugly face!
Mr llrown worked well all day.After work, he walked to the
bus stop. I-)ut what was that? The doll was at the bus stop! Mr
Brown saw the white hair and the black clothes, and he saw the
snile, too.'Whatt happening?' he wondered.'ltt waiting for me!
It isn't only a doll. But what is it?'
He turned and ran away frorn the bus stop. Then he walked
home. He had to walk three kilometres to his house. He was very
tired.
Mr Brown sat down in a chair and went to sleep.He slept for
an hour.
Suddenly, there was a big noise in another room - CRASH!
SMASHI Mr Brown opened his eyes. 'Whatt wrong?' he
wondered. He went into the other room.
The doll was there again. It sat on the table and looked at him.
Mr Brown's cups and plates were all on the floor.
'lt isn't only a doll,'Mr Brown thought.'And it isn't a friend.
This is difficult. What can I do?'
He took the doll into the garden and buried it in the ground.
'That really is the end of you,'said Mr Brown.'You're under
! Go awayl'
He looked at the doll and said,'Go away!Please
The doll didnt speak- it only smiled again.Mr Brown was
very angry now. He took the doll into the garden agrin He
found sornewood, and he madea big fire.He lit the fire.Then he
put the doll on the top.
'Now die!'said Mr Brown.'It's different this time. This uril/be
the end of you.'And Mr Brown smiled-The fire washot and red.
The fire got bigger - and bigger. Suddenly there was a loud
cry, and people ran out of their houses.'Whatt wrong?' they
shouted.
'There's a big 6re in Mr Brown's garden; sonebody said.
'Look!'
And therewas a big fire.
The peoplelooked round the houseand garden.They couldnt
find Mr Brown. But on the ground near the fire, there was a doll
with white hair and black clothes.It wasnt a pretty doll. And
there wasa smile on its face.
the ground now. You won't get out ofthere.'
Next day,Mr Brown went to work on the bus. He didnt have
the doll now and nobody spoke. He worked hard, and he was
h"Ppy.
Mr Brown came horrre again that night. He watched
television.'This is good,' he thought.
At eleven o'clock he went to bed. The house was dark and
quiet.
But an hour later, there was a sudden noise in the night. Mr
Brown sat up in bed. He was cold and afraid.'What was that
noise?'he wonderedThe noise was at the back door. Mr Brown was aftaid, but he
opened the door. It was the doll again!
It was dirty from the ground, but it looked at Mr Brown and
sn.riled.It was a cold smile, and Mr Brown was very afraid.
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Other
only a bed, a table and a chair. And there was a mirror on the
wall. It was a very old mirror and I liked it. And then, one day, I
looked in the rnirror and - I saw himl The other man! It wasn't
Man
me. This man had a beard, but I didnt!
I was a writer. I wrote books. I write now, but nobody knows.
Nobody can see me now. Something strange has happened to me.
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I will tell you about it.
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In January, I wanted to write a very long book. So I left my
home and I found a little room.
'This is a good room for a writer,' I thought. 'I'll write my
book here.'
It was a little room, but I liked it. It was very quiet. I began to
work on my book and I was happy.
Then things began to happen - strange things.
One day I was at my desk with my pen in nry hand. Suddenly,
I thought,'I want a coflee and I haven't got any. I'11have to go to
the shop.'
I put my pen on the table and went out.
'When
I came back, I looked for the pen. It wasnt on the table.
I looked on the floor, on my chair and then on the table again. It
wasn't there!
'l don't understand it,' I thought.
That night another strange thing happened. I was in bed and
the room was very quiet. SuddenJy.I opened my eye..
I shut my eyesand looked again. This time,I saw n1 face in the
mlrror.
'What was that?'I wondered.
Then I heard a voice - a mani voice.
'Who's there?' I cried.
There was no answer and there was nobody in the room! I
couldnt understand it, and I was aftaid.
'What can I do?' I thought.'What was that?'
After that, strange things happened every day. But I had to
finish my book, so I stayed there.
The room was very small. There were not many things in it;
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'That didnt happen,' I thought. 'I was wrong. There wasn't
another man.'
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I went for a walk that day, and I didn't work on my book. I
didn't want to be in the room. I didnt want to see or hear strange
things.
At night, I went home again. The room was very quiet. I
looked in the mirror and saw my face. But I wasn't happy. I went
to bed, but I couldn't sleep.
'I'll leave here tomorrow; I thought. And after that, I slept.
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But then another strange thing happened. The other man
srood by my bed and spoke ro me
'You will never leave here,' he said.'You will stay with me.'
And then I opened my eyes. I was very cold and afraid.'l'll
leave now,' I thought.'l can't stay here for one more minute.'
now. I
Quickly, I put my things in a case.I wanted to go
couldnt forget the man, so I was afraid. But aftaid of what? I
didnt know.
When my clothes were in the case,I thought,'l'll
room now'
leave the
I looked round the room, and I also looked in the n.rirror
again. And then I suddenly felt colder and more afraid. I couldn't
see the other n.ran in the mirror. Why? Because he wasn't there.
But I couldnt see n1 face in the nrirror! There was no face. Why
not?
I tried to shout, but no sound came. I had no voice.
And then I saw him. I saw the other man - the man with the
beard. But he wasn't in the mirror. FIe was at the table, with my
pen in his hand. He wrote r.rybook with nry pen! I was angry and
I tried to speak.But I couldnt, because I had no voice.
The other man didn't speak.He smiled and wrote.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and I heard a friend's
volce.
'Are you there?'my lriend called-'l want ro seeyou.
I was very happy then.'My friend will help me,'I thought. But
I couldn't move. The other man went to the door and opened it.
'Come in,'he said to my ftiend.'Come and see my room. I'm
writing my book.'
My friend came into the room, but he didn't see me. FIe
smiled at the other man.
My friend said,'Oh, you have a beard nowl'
Again and again, I tried to speak but I couldn't. My friend
couldnt see me; he couldn't hear me. He only saw the other man.
That is n1y story. The other man has my room.And he also has
my face and my voice. He will finish my book, too.
But the other man doesnt know one thing. I can write - I can
tell my story And Ii.n telling it to you!
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But I had tinre - a lot of time. '['m not doing anythir:g,'I
thought.'Why can't I help him? I won't be afraid of him.'
The
Charrn
'Het a brave man,' people say about me.'He'.s ncver aftaid.'
They are wrong. I wasn't always a brave r.nan,and at tinles I was
rfraid - very afiaid.
I anr an important nlan now. I have an inrportant job. People
know me and like nre. They don't know tlrat I wasnt always
brave. I will tell you the story.
I took the old man's arm, and I helped hir.n acrossthe road.
'Thank you!' he said.His hand felt my coat.'This is a soldier's
coat,' he said.'Are you a soldier?'
Yes.
Perhaps I said it in a sad voice. The old n.ranput a hand in his
jacket. He took something out and gave it to me.
'Take this,' he said. 'lt will help you. Wear it, ar.rdyou'll be all
right. Nothing bad will happen to yotr.'
I was a very shy youne man. I didn't likc calking to other
yourg men; I was afrrid.'They'll laugh at me,' I thought'Wornen were wor se.I llever spoke to therrr; I was always afraid
of them.
I try to help shy people now. I never laugh at ther.n,because I
rcrnember that tine. I was very unhappy tl.ren.
Then there was a war between my country and another
country. I had to be r soldier. Me! I was always afraid, but I had to
be a soldier! And it wls very dangerous.
I was afraid. The other soldiers didnt talk about it, but they
knew.'They're laughing rt me,' I thought.'Tficy aren't afiaid.' I was
wrong, but I didnt know that. I felt very bad.
One day,I was in the town. I had two days holiday, away from
the other soldiers. I wasnt with friends; I didnt have any fr-iends.I
was very unhappy. I walked slowly past solne shops.
An old rnan stood by the road. There weren't many cars on it'Why doesnt he mlk acrossthe road?'I thought.'Is he afraid?'
I went near him, and then I saw his eyes.'Oh,' I thought.'Now
I know He can't sec! He wants to go acloss, but he can't go
He walked away,and I looked at the thing in nly hand. It was a
small charm - pretry but strange.
work, ol to theil homes. They didnt help hirr; they didn't have
'Itl a girlls tlring,' I thought, and I put it in my coat.
The next day we went to war. I was rfraid - very afraid - but I
remernberedthe charm in nry coat.'Perhapsthe charm will help
tmre-
me,' I thought, so I took it with me .
without help.'
Other people walked quickly past hinr. They had to go to
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Suddenly I wasnt :rfr:ricl.Why? I didnt know. Was it the charm?
It was bad that day. Men clied rll round me.'Perhaps I'll die
r)ext,'I thought. But I wasn't xfriid!
Our leader was a brave lnan. He was in front of us, and rve
followed him. Suddenly he wrs down. Hc lell to the ground and
didn't move. The other soldiers stopped. They were afraid.
I thought,'Perhapsour leaderisn't dead.I'll go and see.'
I went to him. The fighting wls worse rrow, but I wasn't afraicl.
'l've got the charm with me,'I tl.rought.'l'll be all right.'
I brought our leader back to a better place,and then I looked
at him. He was very white :rnclill, but hc wasn't dead. His eyes
opened,and he smiled at me.
He spoke - not easily,br.rt I hc;rrcl him. 'Go in fiont!' he s:rid.
'The rnen will follow you.'
The men lollowed me, and we fought well that day.
After that, I was fine. L:rte1 I r,vasa le;rder,too. The men were
happy and followed me. People didn't hugh at me then.
'But is it right?' I thought.'l'rrr rrot very brave.Iti only the
charn-r-'
I didnt tell people about the chalm. I had friends for the first
time, and I was happy.
One day we had to take an impot tant blidge. There were a lot
of soldierson it, and they hacl big guns. The country was open,
without any trees. lt was very da:rgerous, and nry men were
aft-aid.
'We're going to die,' they s:ricl.
'Listen; I told thern.'l'11 go first, aud we'll run very quickly to
the bridge. Don't be afraid.They cau't kill us all. Follow me, and
I tlrought,'My words have helped thenr. They aren't afiaid
now. They're waiting for nre. They'll follow me everywhere. I'ur
their leader, and I can't be afi'aid.'
I shouted:'Let'sgo!'
We ran. We got to the bridge. We lost sorle nen, but we got
therel And we took the bridgel
I will never forget that clay. I learnt something then rbout
brave men. Brave men rre afraid, too. lJut that doesn't stop thenr.
I will also remenrberthat old rrr:rnwith the charm.'It will help
you,'he said.
we'll take that bridge.'
I put my hand in nry coat. llut the charrn wasn't there!
'What am I going to do?' I thought.'l cant be brave without
He was right. I learnt to bc brave rvithout it.
I was a young man then,lrrd now I anr old.
pcople t hir t k.
I rrrr a braverrr.rrr.
the charm.'
I looked at the faces of rny nren. They weren't afraid now.
1u
And, yes
they are r ight. I aur
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Suddenly he s..rw.
in l.rrgelcttcrs:
Journey's End
Tom Smith thought very hard.
'Shall I go in?' he thought.'Why
not? I'm not afraid ofthe future.
Ton.r Smith was a nice young man. He wanted a job, but he
couldnt find one. Marry people wanted to work, and there
Perhaps it will be inreresting. Yes,
weren't many.jobs. Tom felt sad because he never had money for
with Madame Zelda.'
clothes or the cinema.
I'11go in and have a conversation
So he went in. It was very
When he was younger, Tom wanted to be a footballer. He was
good at football, and at tennis, too. He was good at every sport.
But there were other, better players.
Now Tom had a new idea. He thought, 'Perhaps I can find a
job in a sports shop. I'll be happy then and I'11have money.'But it
was only an idea. It never happened.
He tried hard to find ajob. He looked in the newspapers every
day and he wrote letters for jobs - a lot of letters. But he never
found a job.
One day he saw something in the newspaper about a fair in
the park near his house.
'Tlrat will be interesting,'he thought.'Itls next Saturday.I think
dark inside. An old woman with
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grey hair and a kind face
smiled at Tom.
'Hello, young n.ran!'she said.'Sit down and I
will tell you about your future-'
Tom sat down. The old woman looked at some cards on the
table.
'Take three cards,'she said.
Tom took the cards and gave them to her. The woman looked
at the cards for a long time. Then she spoke. She didnt sn.rilenow.
'Listenl'she said.'I have to tell you something very important-
I'll go. Yes, I'll go. I'm not doing anything this weekend, and it
won't cost much.'
On Saturday Tom walked to the park and bought a ticket for
the fair. It was a warm sumnrer day. The sky was blue, and the
park was very pretty. There were a lot of flowers
blue, yellow
and red. Torrr Glt happy wher.r he saw them.
The fair was good, too. There were a lot of people there, and
many different games.Tom played some games.He won a box of
fruit and a book about sport. Then he bought an ice-creanr
becausehe was hot and thirsry
'l'm having a good day!'he thought. He sat down and ate l.ris
ice cream.'Now, what shall I do next?'
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,.ffiil"
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Smith. Are you going a long way?'
Do not go anywhere next Friday. Make a journey next Friday,
and you will never arrive! Something will happen on the way.
Don't forget now. I can tell you nothing more. Be careful, young
n1an.'
loud noise and the train stopped. What was wrong? The people
Tom left. The sun was very hot on his face. He had no more
money, and he wanted to go home.'l'm not afraid,'he thought.'l
they couldn't see anything.
'Don't be afraid,' Tom told his new friend. 'l'11 go and see.
don't go onjourneys. I wont go anywhere next Friday. Every day
is the same to me. I haven't got a job, so I don't go anywhere.'
Perhaps it's an accident. Stay here and you'll be OK.'
But on Thursday Tom had a letter. It was an answer to one of
his letters! There was a job in a town thirry kilometres away. It
will stay here. My old legs are very weak.'
was in a sports shop. The boss wanted to meetTom the next day.
Tom lelt very happy.'l'll have to take a train there,'he thought.
we stop?'
'l can't walk thirty kilornetres.'
Suddenly he remembered the old woman at the fair, and he
felt afraid. 'Do not go anywhe re next Friday, she told him.
'But what can I do?' Tom thought sadly.'lcan't lose thisjob.It's
too important to n.re. I'[ have to take the train tomorrow. And
what can an old woman know about the future? Nothing!'
But he wasn't very happy about it. And he didnt sleep well
that night.
The next day was Friday, and Tom went to the station. He
bought a ticket at the ticket office. The train arrived, and he
climbed on it.
An old man sat down next to Tom. His face was intelligent
under his white hair. He had a bad leg, and Tom felt sorry for
him.
But the old n.ran couldn't answer. Suddenly there was a very
on the train were afraid. They all looked out ofthe windows, but
The old n.ran vliled.'Thank
you, my young friend,' he said.'l
Torn found the guard.'What's wrong?' he asked him-'Why did
The guard looked at Tom unhappily. 'Theret a large tree in
front of the train,' he said.'We'11have to move it, but we can't clo
it quickly. So this is the end ofthe journcy for you. You'll have to
get offthe train and walk.'
'Walk where?' Tom asked.
The guard looked at a nup.'There's a village near here. You can
go there and perhaps find a restaurant or a ca{b.I have to stay here
with the trairr. I'm very sorry about your journey. But you'll get
your money back.'
Tom thought,'The money isn't important. I really wanted that
job!'And he felt very sad.
Tom didnt say anything about the job to the old man. He
helped his friend off the train and carried his caseto the village.
'Thank you very much,'the old uran said toTom.'l
my case is heary. Theret a computer in it, and there are a lot of
The train left the strtion and wenr through the country. A
waiter came round with some food and the old man bought a
sandwich. Then he mriled at Tom and said,'Are you thirsty? I ve
papers.'
got some tea with me. Would you like some?'
was right. I won't get thatjob now.'
He took out a cup and gaveTom some tea.'He's a kind man!'
Tom thought.'l really like hin.r.'
He smiled at the old man and said. 'Thank vou. I'm Tom
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know thrt
Tom smiled. '[t's all right,' he said.But inside he was very sad.'l
was stupid,'he thought.'l didn't listen to the old woman, but shc
The old man sawTom's sad face and asked him,'What's wror.rg,
my young friend?'
So Ton told him the story about thejob in the sports shop.
ACTIVITIES
'Lost Love'
Beforeyou read
'| Look at the Word List al the back of this book.Thentalk about
thesetimesin yourliJe:
a Yourlifefiveyearsago:Howwas it differentfromnow?
b A time whenyou wers brave,shy or lonely:Why did you feel
thisway?Whathappen€dnext?
c A timewhenyou livedin a differenttown or city:Didyouenjoyit
more?Why(not)?
2 Lookat the pictureon page2. What is happening,do you think?
Whatarethe two peoplesaying?
Whileyou read
Writeoneword.
3 Finishthe sentences.
yearsago.
nearly........................
a Thisstoryhappens
b The young man lives in a city, but he drives into the
Then a strangething happened.The old man smiled,and then
he laughed!Why did he laugh?Tom didnt know and he felt a
little angry.The old rrranwashis fricnd, but this wasa bad day for
Tom. It wasnt funny!
Tom couldn't spcak or smile. The old man saw this and he
stoppedlaughing.Then hc said,'Listento me, Tom, and don't be
sad.['m a rich man. I've got a lot ofshops in different towns,and
they'reall sportsshops.I want an intelligent young man to work
in rny new shop.It's alsomy biggestshop!Will you work for me?
I think I know you now You were very kind to me on the rrain.
You'rethe right personfor thejob. Whatt your answer?'
'This is wonderful,'Tom said with a happy srnile.'This is the
bestday ofmy life, not the worst!'
c He speaks to the girl becausehe is .....
.
d Shetakeshim to an old ........................
e At the end of the day, the young man tells the girl that he
The man at the garage says that everybodyin the villagedied in
4..,,.................... .
I Thatwas 350 years
everytenyears.
livesagainfor one........................
h Thevillage
I
buthe can'tfindher.
Theyoungmanlooksfor ........................,
i He is goingto visitthe villageagain- and thistime he isn't
goingto ........................
.
Afteryou read
4 ls 'LostLove'a sadstoryor a happystory?Talkto anotherstudent.
Whatdo youthinkis goingto happennext?
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'The Doll'
'The Charm'
Before you read
5 In this story a man is afraidof a doll. How is that possible,do you
think?
While you read
6 Which word is wrong? Put a cross (, through it.
a Mr Brown is a happy / bored / lonely man.
b He buys asadlold/pretty dott.
c The doll can talklwalk/eat.
d He leavesthe doll in the street/ on the bus/on his way to work.
e The doll y/aitsfor/walks away from/ fol/ows him.
f Mr Brown tries to se / bury/ ki lhe doll.
After you read
7 What will the doll do next? Think of an idea. Then te other students
and listento them. Who has the best idea?
'The Other Man'
Before you read
8 Look at the picture on page 13. What is strange about the
picture?
While you read
9 What happens first in the writer's room? And then? Write the
numbers1-6.
a He hearsanotherman'svoice.
b The other man takes his place in the world.
c He can't see an),thingin the mirror.
d He sees the other man in the mirror.
e The writercan't find his pen.
f The man says that he can never leavethe room.
After you read
10 Who is the other man? Why is he there? Discuss his story with
other students.
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Before you read
11 Do you have a charm?Why? What is it? Whereis it now? Do you
thinkthat it helpsyou? Discussthesequestions.
While you read
l2 Finishthesesentences.
of
a When he is young, the storyteller is .-......................
conversationwith other men, and of women.
becausehis countrywas at war
b He has to be a .......................with another country
becausethe stoMeller
c An old man gives him a ........................
helps him across a road.
because he has the
d The storytellerfights ........................
charm.
the help of the
e He and his men take the bridge........................
stoMeller's charm,
f The stoMeller learns a lesson. You can be afraid and
After you read
'13 Discussthe two pictures in this story. Who and what can you see?
What is happening?How does it change the stoMeller's life?
'Journey's End'
Before you read
14 Look at the pictures on page 21 and answer the questions.
a What does Madame Zelda do?
b What does she use?
c Would you like to talk to her? Why (not)?
While you read
'15 Who is speakingor thinking?
a 'ShallI go in? Why not?'
b 'Do not go anywherenext Friday.'
c 'l can't losethis job. lt's too importantto me.'
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d 'Don'tbe afraid.'
e'This is the end of the journeyfor you.'
f 'Willyou work for me?'
After you read
16 Work with another student. Have these conversations.
a At the beginningof the story
StudentAt You are Tom Smith. You want to know your future.
Ask lvladameZelda questions.
StudentBi You are Madame Zelda.TellTom about his future.
b At the end of the story
StudentA: You are MadameZelda. Answer Tom's questions.
Student B: You are Tom Smith. Ask Madame Zelda ouestions
about vour future now.
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17 You are the young man in 'Lost Love'. Write a letterto your parents.
Theywill not see you again.Why not?
18 When you were a child, did you have a doll? Write about it.
19 You are the writer in 'The Other Man'. Write about a day in your life
leader (n)Vro ciln bc oLrr /{'.ldrl,LrccrLrscyoll hrvc thc nr;rp.Wc'1I firllorv
now.
20 Writeabout a very braveperson(a friendor a famousperson).
Whatbravethingsdid he/shedo?Washe/shealsoafraid?
2l What can you see in your future? Write your questionsand
lvladame
Zelda'sanswers.
22 Youwanta newjob. Whatkindof job do you want?Why?Writea
letterto yourparentsandtellthem.
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